I Love You So

Part 48

Dylan had his head rested against the window, looking at the dark roads as Amanda drove. He exhaled deeply as he sat up, reaching into the glove compartment and pulling out a CD

"The Pussycat Dolls?" Dylan questioned

"Shut up!" Amanda exclaimed, taking her eyes off the road for a moment to look at Dylan

"What is this?" Dylan asked

"Gimme that!" Amanda said, grabbing the CD. She pushed it into the slit on the radio, a loud gasp escaping her lips

Dylan furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at Amanda in disbelief

"You don't know The Pussycat Dolls?" Amanda asked, her jaw dropping

"I'm only 13." Dylan retorted, "You're like.. 50. This is way before my time."

"50?!" Amanda screamed, "I'm 28 and some change." She argued, in denial she was 30

"How much change?" Dylan asked, raising his eyebrows

"Enough change to know who The Pussycat Dolls are but youthful enough to still kick your ass." Amanda said

Dylan put his hands up in surrender, "these songs are sexy!" He said, turning up the radio as 'Don't Cha" blared

Amanda laughed as she rolled her eyes, "I can't wait for you to meet my step son, Carl." She boosted proudly, "I think you guys will get along well." She said, turning on her brights as she drove

"What's he like?" Dylan asked, turning the radio down a bit

"Awkward. Angsty. Normal teenager. But he's got so much passion flowing through his veins. He's strong." Amanda said

"Sounds like a decent guy." Dylan said

"He's great." Amanda said, "You should try and rest. We've got a bit of a drive left." She said

Dylan nodded, leaning back in his seat, "Thank you, Amanda." He said softly

After driving for two hours, Amanda pulled the car over. She nudged Dylan gently, "Hey." She said softly, "Car is running low on gas. Let's go see what we can find." She said

Dylan rubbed his eyes tiredly, nodding as he climbed out of the car. He looked at the massive building in front of him, examining the exterior, "What's that?" He asked

"A museum." Amanda said

"What's that?" Dylan asked again

"A building that shows you about different things. History, art, cultures. All that stuff." Amanda explained

"Can we go inside?" Dylan asked

Amanda smiled softly, "Sure. Can't hurt, I guess." She said. She looked around before she walked across the street towards the museum, glancing behind her to check where Dylan was

Dylan walked slowly, taking his time as he admired the scenery. He paused, looking at the sunrise on the horizon, inhaling softly

Amanda paused as well, watching Dylan closely. She admired his dark skin and the way his hazel eyes were shining. She smiled warmly at him, "Come on." She said, leading him up the stairs. She tapped on the door quietly before she opened it, exhaling softly as she grabbed her knife.
She drove her knife through the skull of the walker that fell into the empty doorway. She gently laid the body down, exhaling as she stepped over it. She looked at the white tile floors, her boots hitting the ground quietly as she walked

"Fine arts?" Dylan asked, looking at a massive yellow flag on the ceiling

"Yeah. Like, fancy art? I guess. Not sure." Amanda admitted, walking down the empty corridor.